I Need That Old Man - Tumblr Posts
Don't forget to stretch!
Next few posts won't be TF2 related, so I can have more variation on this blog :)
I didn't want to draw a stool but know that he climbed up on one in order to look down on you
i haven't used tumblr since 2020 but the hugh/logan obsession was too strong to resist 😓
need so desperately to be in logans lap while he runs his hands through my hair and mumbles how pretty i am
listening to ultraviolence thinking abt logan :(
thinking abt being lumberjack!logan's little housewife ୨୧
making his lunches everyday with love & care (and a little sweet treat <3).
always being ready to greet him with a hug and a kiss after a long day at work before excitedly chatting about your day.
never being cold because there's a fire always blazing with the chopped wood logan brings home everyday.
sitting in his lap as he smokes a cigar, just enjoying the peace that comes from each other's presence while running your hands through his hair.
getting all dolled up to see him after a day of missing being in his arms.
doing all your chores and baking sweet treats to distract yourself from being bored all day in your little cabin without him.
lumberjack!logan x reader 🍂🍎⭐️
princess treatment w logan ୨୧
his hand on your lower back, guiding you down the street so you never get lost (and because he knows you get anxious).
opening the passenger side door of his truck, making sure you're all buckled up and don't need anything before he even thinks of turning it on.
always opening any door for you ♡.
him reaching over you to grab the hard to reach things on the absolute top shelves before you can even ask because he knows you that well.
him kneeling down in front of you to help you put your shoes on, one at a time, and when he's done planting a kiss on your knee before moving onto the next shoe.
pet names!! doll, baby, honey, pretty girl, babydoll.
never being in bed alone. always in his arms with a whispered "i love you" before you fall asleep, him waiting for your breathing to steady before drifting off himself.
when will god send me a big nosed greying older man obsessed with me </3
dating logan thoughts ୨୧
always stealing his clothes, old shirts, worn out flannels, anything that smells like him that you can get your hands on.
sitting in logan's lap, watching tv together. stealing glances at him only to giggle when you're caught with a "pay attention" and nudge at the tv, his big hand softly stroking your hair.
memorizing his scent, whiskey, tobacco, the soap he steals from you, and something so distinctly logan it makes your heart squeeze.
late night drives together in his truck, ending with you on his lap, listening to whatever old radio station he has on.
logan leaving little handwritten notes around your shared home, little things like telling you he ran to the store because while making your morning cups of coffee he realized you were out of sugar.
stealing one of his dog tags to carry around your neck anytime you're apart from him, to wear at work, at the store. a small way to show you're taken.
cute little nicknames from him that started as teases but grew to entirely affectionate (especially princess).
mercy, mercy me | logan howlett
pairing: old man!logan x younger!reader
AN: lordddd i can’t stop thinking about old man!logan and younger!reader. literally had to pace my room and smoke a cig just thinking about how i need him to baby me.
content/tags: old man!logan, implied age gap (reader is in their 20’s), angst, pet names (doll, princess, etc.), logan can’t say no to you, you make him an absolute mess!
he knows it’s wrong to be with you—he has a terrible, gut wrenching feeling about it, but logan ignores it all. you have him wrapped around your finger.
you’re his doll, his everything.
logan can’t wrap his mind around the fact that a sweet little thing like you loves a flawed man like him. he’s rough around the edges, a man who’s lost his way, but you seem to look past that.
your innocence clashes with his abrasive, standoffish demeanor. he hurts the people he loves, and manages to push them away before they get too close.
but you’re stubborn, it’s almost childish. you love him at his worst, and always will. nothing can deter you from being with logan, even if it’s himself.
“i’m too old for you, doll,” he coos, pressing a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, intertwined with his own, his skin rugged from all the fights of the past. “i don’t deserve you.”
you pout, tightening your grip around him. “don’t push me away, logan”, you murmur, pressing your face against his chest, burrowing yourself as close to him as possible.
“you don’t know what you’re sayin’,” he quips, his words sounding bitter, but his body showing otherwise. logan’s free hand moves to the back of your head, rubbing slow, soft circles that soothes you.
“i know what i want,” you whine into his chest, cheeks turning red from a combination of frustration and neediness.
“i want you, logan. i want to be with you,” you add hastily. and the heat of the moment finally gets to you, and you feel tears forming.
you stain his white button down with splotches of a faint gray; tears flowing endlessly as you continue to sob.
you’re lost in your own mind, uttering complete nonsense. don’t do this, i know what i want. i know you want this too, don’t deny it. don’t deny me.
logan’s heart completely shatters at your words. he’s silent for a brief moment, unsure how to respond.
you’re absolutely right—he wants to continue this relationship, it’s the only thing he’s got going for himself. he doesn’t want to let you go. if he did, he’d be letting a part of himself go.
he pulls you into a tight embrace, his muscular arms caging you in. logan presses a kiss against your temple, one hand pushing you further into his chest, and the other finding purchase at your hips, giving you a comforting squeeze.
“if whatever we have is wrong,” you barely manage to whimper out between your sobs, “then i don’t wanna be right.”
logan lets out a small chuckle, and you can feel his chest vibrating against you. the moment is bittersweet, but you can feel him ease up.
his mind’s now set on one thing, and he knows for certain— it’s you. and he’ll do absolutely anything for you.
“don’t worry, princess,” he lulls, leaning back so he’s able to wipe the tears away from your face.
“i’ve got you.”
#there's something so personal about the tag still on the glasses 🙂↕️
i wanna be spoiled by him, i wanna hold his hand, i want him to call me princess, i want to sit on his lap, i want him to play with my hair and kiss me softly 🫠🦋 i want him